Our Christmas season began last weekend. After an overnight "Girl's night" in Indiana, Aimee and I came home to a living room full of boxes, just waiting to be unpacked. We all took turns hanging up our special ornaments, and the Angel that has lived on top of our tree since 2001 was finally displaced by the coffee filter angel that Aimee made in preschool last year.
The displaced angel was purchased at a Walgreens in Indiana by Brian the first year we celebrated Christmas togather. He surprised me with a fresh tree, one of those light grids in the shape of a Christmas tree that you just drape over the tree, and 2 boxes of ball ornaments...all purchased at Walgreens (except for the tree).
The night before thanksgiving, we tried to light a fire in our fireplace before bedtime so that we could have storytime by the fire, but it seems that a nice family of wasps decided to make our chimney their home. Brian boarded up the fireplace and we had storytime and thanksgiving time by candle light instead.
Thanksgiving was special because it was the first year that Aimee really understood the significance of the holiday. She interviewed the family while we sat around the dinner table to find out what we were thankful for, and told Brian and me that she was thankful for us several times that day. She even told Danny that he was the most beautiful baby she's ever seen.
Last night, we bundled up and drove to Downtown Aurora to see the lighting of the Christmas Tree. I was able to convince Aimee that the young small live reindeer that were available for pictures and petting were on loan from Santa. The real bearded Santa passed right by us on his way to the Christmas tree, and Aimee got a picture with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, who was passing out fliers to promote the theater production of The Wizard Of Oz playing in theater across the street.
We sat in front of the tree and had Chocolate Abuelita from Brian's thermos, walked along the river, and came back home to have popcorn and watch Polar Express. Danny enjoyed being outside at night and took the time in the car ride to make conversation with us.
In the weeks to come: Downtown Chicago, The Polar Express at Blackberry Farm, and maybe another girl's weekend.